No, there is no story here, only my drawings, sorry to disappoint you. :,)
So I draw our favorite assholes again, and this time in the aesthetics of East Asia. I’ve always wanted to draw something with such elements, but also in a fairy-tale atmosphere. If you are interested in how this illustration was created step by step, you can see it under the cut!
It all started with finding the right reference to the pose. Under this link, you can see the illustration I was inspired by, unfortunately I was not able to find its original source, so please forgive me for the link to pinterest. If you have information about the author of the illustrations, I will be happy if you share this information as I would like to include it here.
I’m obviously not as talented as the author of the original, but I had a lot of fun sketching and adding more elements to the composition.
It turned out that flowers caused a lot of problems, because I wanted a certain symbolism, but unfortunately I don’t know anything about flowers. Kiyan’s flowers were initially supposed to be moon flowers, but it turned out that I cannot express their beauty in the drawing and I also found a new reference to other flowers, so modifying them several times resulted in a kind of hybrid of both.
With flowers for Adrien, I just went to ask someone smarter than me. And so @gavilansblogand@akilah12902gave me the idea to use hibiscus and after our brainstorming it turned out to be the perfect flower for Adrien. And luckily, I was even able to draw it!
Lineart is always tricky to me and always changes the look of the original sketch a bit. The drawing loses its delicacy, the lines sit quite heavy in the drawing, and it always makes me a bit sad. This is obviously a necessary step in coloring, but the realization that the lineart is of lower quality than the original sketch is always frustrating to me.
Coloring is the coolest part as long as you know what colors you want to use. For clothes, I knew - for some reason, right from the start, my default color palette for Kiyan was blue/navy blue and silver, and for Adrien it was black, gold and red. The flowers just had to match this aesthetic. But the background… the background was the problem. Initially, I tried to make it quite bright and neutral, because it seemed to me that this drawing already has so many details, I should not disturb it with an overly expressive background. But the bright background came out flat and boring.
So again I asked people smarter than me who advised me to use a darker green background. And this is how we got the end result.
Thank you for your attention and I hope you have enjoyed the whole process!
Alright, this is all thekiribaku ‘s fault( I love you so much and I’m so happy we’re friends! I really hope you’ll enjoy this) merit: she sent me this freaking beautiful fanart by the incredibly talented @taro-k, saying that it fitted my one-shot perfectly AND THAT WAS SO TRUE. IT JUST BROUGHT BACK ALL THE FEELS I HAVE FOR “TILL DEATH DO US APART”! I’m not afraid to say that it’s probably the story I love the most among all those I’ve ever written. This is totally self-indulgent, I just had to let all these headcanons out of my brain, to satisfy my need of “more”. And I apologize for making our lovely boys suffer more, but happiness is a fight and they’re willing to go through it all to gain it. So don’t worry, they are and will be fine, but I just needed to address all the issues that their “Happy Ever After” would have entailed.
KiriBaku “Till Death Do Us Apart” Headcanons, Anxiety and Traumas, Hurt/Comfort, Soulmates, True Love
-Even if they are finally together again, things are not easy for them. All the memories of their past lives are there, continuously mixing up with the present and sneaking behind them in the most unexpected moments, mining their present. They have to learn to deal with fear, loneliness, pain and a weight they would have liked to forget.
- Sometimes Bakugou feels so suffocated being a normal teenager, without being able to go on adventures, without his kingdom to protect and guide. He feels so vulnerable without his explosions, his senses now duller than before. He can’t but help but feeling frustrated and getting the spasmodic need to fight. Fight and win. It has always been a routing for him during high school, even before remembering: no matter how hard Kaminari and Todoroki tried, he would always manage to throw himself into a meaningless fight. Only Kirishima can finally make him stop getting into street/school scuffles, and, together, they decide to go hiking as soon as Bakugou starts to feel restless.
But Kirishima is the one who has it worse. He is so… human now. His body feels small, unfamiliar, weak… He can’t turn into a dragon, he can’t fly anymore, but he remembers all of it, how it felt soaring the sky and playing among the clouds. And when the memories hit him, he falls into a sort of apathetic trance as if he couldn’t see the world around anymore; he searches for high places, like the rooftop, where to stare at the sky he once owned, much to the fear of his friends who powerlessly see him going numb. And it always takes all of Bakugou’s patience and affection to bring him back to the present: he has to let the red dragon vent it out, scream in pain and anger as he mourns his loss, as he accuses Bakugou of not knowing what it means for him to be caged in that body and then apologizes between the tears because he would only like to forget but he can’t. Only between his arms Kirishima feels grounded again.
-Bakugou, especially during the first years, can’t bear being separated by Kirishima, as if he could disappear again in a blink, vanishing like one of his memories. Obviously, still being teenagers who live with their parents and attend different schools, they have no choice. They adapt, continuously texting about the stupidest things just to remember each other they are there. And when they are together, Bakugou is physically unable to stay away from Kiri, always keeping an arm around his waist or his shoulders; he can’t stand having other people touching him, even if with time gains enough self-control not to growl to Kiri’s friends. And even if Kirishima, before he remembered, has always let his friends draping on him, now he doesn’t have the heart to scold Bakugou too much when he kicks them away, because he feels the same desperate need as he does.
-When Bakugou loses Kiri in a crowd, he has a breakdown, immediately screaming his name and running around unaware of his surroundings until he has found him again and pulled him to the chest.
-Kirishima is terrified of darkness and solitude. It feels like… dying again. He can remember the crippling fear of leaving his King behind and venturing alone into a realm of shadows. He can’t sleep at night until he’s exhausted or has taken some pills to knock himself out. However, Bakugou comes up with a better solution: he calls his boyfriend every night, talking of everything and nothing until he hears Kiri yawning; at this point, he starts humming soft lullabies to make him fall asleep peacefully.
If there’s a blackout or Kiri wakes up in the middle of the night and realizes he’s alone, in the dark, he has a severe panic attack. It happened more than once that he was so out of it that his parents had to call Bakugou and beg him to come and help their son, who was raving about him being dead. Panic attacks seem to be the most common manifestation of Kiri’s anxiety and fear.
-Kaminari and Todoroki are obviously curious as to why their best friend suddenly disappears every day instead of hanging with them; it’s not like that Bakugou could tell the whole truth, so he avoids the topic as long as he can, but they bother him so much (Kaminari at least) that his tongue finally slips and, at the umpteenth “Who are you meeting?” he absentmindedly replies, “My Soulmate.”
Hell breaks loose.
At first, they are incredibly suspicious, but an hour after having met Kirishima they are absolutely in love with the sunshine boy and shockingly convinced that Bakugou was telling the truth. They don’t know how it’s possible, but they only have to look at how they move and interact with each other to realize that, indeed, they are Soulmates.
To Sero and Mina, Kirishima’s best friends, takes more time to warm to Bakugou, due to his abrasive personality, but they can’t fake not to see the adoration in his eyes when he looks at the redhead or the way they seem to be able to breathe only when together.
-Even if they can’t legally marry, Bakugou buys a pair of (cheap) rings as soon as they are both eighteen and proposes during a cozy home-date, just them watching an action movie as they cuddle on the couch. It’s not as beautiful as the betrothal necklace was, but Kirishima accepts all the same with tears, broken “I love you”s and a smile that could light the whole city, so, in the end, Bakugou is satisfied the same.
They both put them on a necklace and wear it every day.
-When high school ends and they move in together, things start to improve: their wounds slowly heal, they learn how to control their memories and keep them out, how to live and enjoy the present. They become able to live their lives separately without being constantly anxious when apart, to hang out with their respective circles of friends without the other, to spend the lessons without texting continuously.
-This doesn’t mean is everything peaches and cream. They have petty daily fights as much as serious, heavy quarrels that put their relationship in danger. Even if most would say Kirishima is the most insecure one, always feeling not enough for someone as great as Bakugou and fighting with his anxiety, is the latest the one who starts the serious arguments, who overthinks everything.
The worst one happened during a peaceful night, after a silent dinner. Kirishima had already noticed something was wrong with Bakugou but wanted to let him space and time to approach the issue on his own. All had started because Bakugou had crashed a birthday party to which only Kirishima had been invited, by chance. At that moment, he had realized something he had always known but never admitted aloud: Kirishima Eijirou, the human Kirishima, was great. He was great as much as his past life was.
But Bakugou? What had Bakugou become?
He honestly couldn’t say the same for himself, couldn’t he? From King of the East to a cold, stubborn, aggressive teenager.
The thought had started to devour him from the inside until that night, as they walked to the bedroom together.
The words slipped easily from his mouth.
“Let’s break up.”
Kirishima froze, turning slightly.
“What?” he blurted, red eyes blown wide in horror.
“Let’s break up,” Bakugou repeated with his eyes fixed on the ground.
“A-are you mad? D-d I do something? We- we can talk about-”
“You wouldn’t love me if it wasn’t for the past, Eijirou. Don’t you see it? You’re a fucking ray of sunshine!” His words were like a cold shower to Kirishima, who gaped, but the blond didn’t see his heartbroken expression. He clenched his fists and continued, pain seeping through his tone, “You would have never fallen in love with me if it wasn’t for the past. The normal, human you would have never considered loving me. You would have probably despised or pitied me. Do you realize how much you’re fucking losing by staying with me? This is so fucking maddening! I saw you, I saw the light you’ve always had in you! But I’m not the same anymore, you’re just conditioned by your memories to love me! All- All of this! Makes no sense! I’m just- fuck! Robbing you of a happier life! You have to forget it all, forget and move on!” Bakugou let out a hollow laughter, raising his hands to the ceiling, “Let’s break-”
The slap hit him square on the cheek, echoing in the silent room.
Bakugou blinked, shocked, and finally met Kirishima’s gaze. He was trembling, hand still raised, and his red eyes shined with tears.
He had never, never hurt Bakugou outside of a sparring match before. Never.
“Take it back,” he hissed.
“Eij-”
“TAKE IT BACK!” He screamed grabbing this t-shirt and pulling him forward, “TAKE IT FUCKING BACK!”
Bakugou was so surprised by the pure, desperate rage that lighted his eyes, that only nodded. He hadn’t even noticed that silent tears were spilling from his own eyes.
“I’m sorry…” he whispered as guilty and fear made him regret ever opening his mouth.
Kirishima crushed against his chest, hiding the face in the crook of his neck and holding onto him with all his strength.
“This is not fake, this is not forced! I love this Katsuki as much as I loved my King! No matter what- no matter what, I love you! So never say it again! Never say we should break up! Never!”
“I’m sorry, Eiijirou…” Bakugou repeated, wrapping his arm around him, letting his fear and pain flow. “I’m sorry…”
“You said it, don’t you dare forget, Katsuki,” Kirishima sobbed, “There’s no God of Death who could ever pull us apart. I will still love you through the next hundred lives.”
“I’m sorry,” Bakugou begged again, “I love you, I love you, Eijirou.”
-They find the painting while they’re strolling in town, and it’s love at first sight. Kirishima, even if he can hardly gaze away, is a bit unsure about buying it because of the price, but Bakugou is adamant. He needs that, that’s how they should have been remembered, that was what he was glad he could still see in his mind.
Them. It’s them. Bakugou Katsuki, King of the East, and Kirishima Eijirou, the Red Dragon. Together.
After a lot of bargaining, Bakugou manages to have to owner promise to save it for him and starts to work part-time to afford it, under his boyfriend’s back. Obviously, Kirishima is not an idiot and discovers it pretty quickly: in a week he’s able to get hired in the same café as Bakugou, who can hardly hide his happiness behind snarky remarks.
They manage to buy the painting just in time for Christmas and hang it in the living room, where they can see it daily. Every time one of them is home alone, especially as they grow older and have different schedules or business trips, the other would spend as much time as possible in front of the painting. Eating, sleeping, working or lazing around under its shadow as if it was a sort of charm; even talking to it, as if their partner could hear them. And when loneliness and fear crawl into their hearts, anxiety chokes them into the dark, and memories of blood, solitude, and death flash in front of their eyes, they can just look at the painting and remember the happiness they used to share during their past life, that they’re together again, and that a whole new life of joy and love awaits them.
There Is Nothing To Forgive a Braime soulmates one shot
This fic is a twist on the “shared dreams” soulmate trope, where, in my version, the God’s let your soulmate appear in dreams.
Jaime Lannister had never been good with words. All his life they had evaded him, from the time when he was a child and he couldn’t read without a heafty struggle, to his adolescence when he’d attempt to express to Cersei his feelings.
She didn’t care of course. She didn’t want his love, his admiration, and she didn’t care about his words, or lack thereof. All she wanted was his body and the pleasure it could bring her, all she sought was the security of knowing he was hers, under her spell, forever.
So the appearance of anyone speaking to him in dreams was odd. He was visual, and his dreams often came as a bombardment of images, some cruel, some lovely, all powerful, without a word to be gleaned from any of them.
But this night was different.
The dream was simple really, he was there, in the throne room, watching from above like a raven in the rafters, Aerys on the throne, his own white cloak shining. He watched as the mad king laughed, and he could hear the innocent scream as the king shook with wicked, mad laughter. He tightened the grip on his hilt and stepped closer. He could not hear what Aerys was saying, nor could he hear any other words, but he could smell the sickly chemical scent of wildfire and could feel the heat that would surely come from it.
He watched his own hands shake as he took another step up behind the king, all the fear he had felt in that moment evident on his terrified face.
But suddenly, he was not alone as he raised the sword to strike true. A girl, tall and strong, with long blonde hair hanging down her back. She was younger than him, but her eyes glowed like saphires and as she pressed herself against him, she took his hand on the swords hilt in her own, wrapping a warm hand around his, and helping guide the blade.
I understand. Her words materialized in his mind, and she smiled sadly before helping him guide the word into its sheath through Aery’s back.
Forgive me. Never before had he spoken in a dream. Nor had he cared to.
There is nothing to forgive.
She faded before he could get a true glimpse at her face, leaving him alone to claw at the air, before waking bolt upright, alone in the summer night.
—
Actions spoke louder than words, and yet words were what Brienne put stock in. Honor was her pillar of principle, and she believed in any man’s word as she expected them to do in hers.
And so, when a young man’s begging voice pierced the foggy clouds of her dreams one night, begging for help, for forgiveness, and justifying why he killed.
For the innocent. For those he would slaughter. Because if I do not do it, who can?
She felt a strange sense of longing for that voice, for the man who must wield its mighty tone. She let herself drift towards it, it’s words becoming more and more earnest, panicked, even.
Please, mother, father, someone, guide me.
She searched the crevasses of her dream for its source, but as always found no images, only fragments of words. But then, just as she was about to give up, heappeared.
Forgive me.
The boy was behind the mad king, drawing his sword, tears gathered in his eyes. And suddenly, Brienne was there too. One look at the boy and she knew what he needed. She wrapped her hand around his, and pressed herself gently beside him, taking on the burden of the blade and the sentence it was about to deal. She knew how this story would end.
The sword pierced.
There is nothing to forgive.
All was warm and light was everywhere for a moment, and then it became too much and she awoke, sweating and panting in the summer night air.
Soul dreams are a thing of the distant past. I am no fool. She repeated the sentiment over and over, across years as she travelled lands and seas, and came to the service of Renly Baratheon. Finally, she had stopped thinking about the boy, the Kingslayer, with whom she had shared a dream unlike any other.
Until the night she dreamt of the shadow.
Though she could not see it, she could feel the cool air sweep through the tent, and could feel the hair on her arms stand up. She felt her heart hammer in her chest, and her blood run frozen.
No. No. Please no. Do not make me watch this again.
Renly was dead a week, and yet she could not sleep without watching it play out, over and over again. Perhaps I am the Kingslayer.
You are not.
Suddenly she could see again, and there he was. Older now, but without mistake: Jaime Lannister.
It takes one to know one, and it is not you.
It was his phantom turn to come closer, to warm her against the chill.
How can I ever forgive myself? She wept as Renly before her died once again, and her heart felt as if it were frozen to ice.
There is nothing to forgive.
Her heart beat fast and she turned to see his face.
But he was gone. And she left alone in her bedroll in Catelyn Starks tent.
—
There is nothing to forgive.
Jaime repeated the words his golden haired maiden had once offered him so many years ago. He prayed it would bring her the same solace it brought him.
He had heard of soul dreams, of the most ancient and purest loves, ones which the gods themselves were invested in. Ones for whom the soul was so tightly bound that they could, when direly necessary, appear in dreams.
But he didn’t believe it. Rather, he believed that as comfort had been offered to him, so would he offer it. For some reason. He couldn’t quite place why, but something had compelled him to speak to her, to comfort her, despite not even knowing if she was real, or just a figment of his imagination.
He thought about it a lot on the road to Kingslanding, as him and Brienne walked in silence. There was something in the way she looked at him, this odd familiarity, overshadowed by anger and confusion. It made him wonder a great deal about what she knew of him. It was not an expression he was used to being on the receiving end of.
—
To Brienne’s chagrin, Jaime did not appear in her dreams after the night he lost his hand. Despite the fact that she so sincerely blamed herself for it.
But as they stared at one another at the bathhouse, and he suddenly, inexplicably began to speak, something in her chest thrummed.
“I know, Ser Jaime.” She said, before he had fully begun the explanation of why he killed Aerys. “You did it for the people, for the innocents. If you didn’t, who could?”
His face went slack and his jaw hung loose, eyes fixed on hers as they simultaneously put the pieces together. In unison they spoke their next words carefully.
“There is nothing forgive.”
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Thank you so much for reading!!!! I am so happy to be back, and I hope to write a lot more in the coming weeks. Pleaaaaaaaaase send me any suggestions or promps you might have, or if you’d like to see more continuations of any of my work lmk!!!! As always, PM me if you want to be added or removed from the tag list :) Love you all xx, Bea
TheAmor asteroid in Astrology is connected to platonic love and compassion - similarly to Ceres it can represent unconditional love, one that doesn’t need to have a reason to exist, one that would exist regardless of the circumstances, but in a romantic way, unlike Ceres which is normally connected to a mother-child type of relationship.
Amor can show intimacy, closeness, a relationship that doesn’t have to be sexual, but one that carries a strong connection between the two people. Amoralso shows how we deal with romantic rejection - whether it’s aspected in anger (natal aspect to Mars), in isolation and loneliness(natal aspectto Uranus and/or Saturn), in victimhood(natal aspect to Neptune), in putting more focus on ourselves (natal aspect to Sun or Venus) or accepting it as a lesson, despite our ego being hurt (natal aspect to Jupiter).Natal aspects between Amor and Pluto, or the Moon can be a big sign of holding onto relationships(Moon) or them being life-changing, having big impact on us and our future relationships (Pluto).
Amor can also show the love that feels ideal to us - our true romantic desires, how and what we require to experience the highest form of love, to feel truly loved.
Here are the best Amor aspects to have in Synastry (in my opinion):
Amor conjunct the other person’s Sun or Ascendant, Amor in the other person’s 1st House
The Sun/Ascendant/1st House person has the qualities that the Amor person can idolize romantially, it can show direct attachment and romantic feelings that can evolve fast. The Amor person may fall in love with the Sun/AS person’s presence, their being. They can romanticize them, view them through rose-colored glasses (at times it can be quite Neptunian). The Sun/AS person will feel truly confident, appreciated, worthy and valid. They can view each other as their ideal lover, as someone who directly represents the qualities in the person they have always wanted to love.
Amor conjunct the other person’s Moon
This can give a feeling that it was “meant to be”. It can be very selfless, quite sacrificial at times as if even hurting the other person the slightest causes great pain to yourself too. The Moon person will feel like their true self is finally loved by someone, as if someone worships the part of themselves that they can’t seem to always love themselves.
Amor conjunct the other person’s Venus
This is one of the straight-out-of-a-fairytale aspects. It can show a very romantic love, a love in which both people, the Amor person specifically, are willing to do whatever it takes to please the other person romantically. It can show a growing love, one that builds up both people, one that allows them to live out their romantic desires. It can feel that the relationship was meant to be - even if other aspects in the synastry chart are bad, they are likely to come back to this relationship.
Amor conjunct the other person’s Descendant/opposite their Ascendant or Amor in the other person’s 7th House
The relationship will feel very reflective - they are likely to act on it or develop feelings for each other at the same time. This can signify a very strong union, a union that carries love for each other that can’t go away regardless of the circumstances. In many cases, it can be said that this is the type of relationship where both people are ready to take a bullet for each other. It can be selfless, the other person will be a priority, they will be an important part of your life you have to think about before making any decision. It is often seen in long-term relationships.
Amor conjunct the other person’s Psyche
This can show a love that is very emotional - very profound. It is not physical, not just emotional - it seems to come from a very different place. In this aspect, you are in love with the other person’s being, their soul. The relationship can feel romantically transformative, as if all journeys have finally led to this. The relationship will bring out both people’s intuition, especially when it’s connected to the other person - it can give a telepathic-like connection. The relationship may feel like the place in which the Psychic person finally allows themselves to be loved. They may learn more about themselves due to the relationship. It can also show that while the relationship can be their greatest strength, it can also feel like their greatest weakness, due to the dependency on the other person.
Asquare or an opposition can also be felt strongly, but it will have the ability to make the relationship a bit more complicated - there may be one-sided attachment, one person giving everything they can while the other may be more apathetic or passive, it can show a strong love that also brings out the Amor person’s insecurities, makes them question their worth, it can make them neglect themselves due to the focus over the other person.
If you want to find out more about your romantic life or relationship, I do both transit synastry chart readings and composite chart readings. If interested, message me here or by email ([email protected]) xx
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I never believed in soulmates. Which I mean, I never believed that they existed in our reality/ in our universe. Like, I liked the idea of them, and loved reading the myths about them, and “soulmates” is one of my favorite fanfic AUs, but I didn’t believe that they existed in *our* universe, ya feel? Reality says that we have the possibility to bond romantically (unless you’re Aro-Ace) with more than one person across your lifetime, and there is no One Person for you. Logic says that it makes sense for you to ‘click’ with more than one person, and that there is no perfect match/ mate for you in life, and sometimes you have to settle in order to gain companionship. My poor Romantic’s heart says that if you know, you know.
Look at me now, praying that my gut is right, and that soulmates *do* exist on some level, and that I’m right about the person. Honestly, the Me from 3 years ago would be looking at my present self and thinking that I’ve lost my mind.
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